Sad, Glad, Good, Bad

This is my final post from Tennessee.  A few weeks ago (like 2) Jameson was told by the Kiewit uppity ups that they wanted him at the home office in Lenexa, KS as soon as possible (like now).  Apparently they’re switching things up and scratching the old plan, which was to keep us here until next year.  So to make a short story even shorter, we’ve already flown out to Kansas and found a place to live.  I’m packing with the movers this week and Jameson and I are driving to our new home this weekend.

I’m sad to be leaving, but happy to be going.  Jameson and I have had a lot of fun here, but it’s always exciting to move somewhere new and start fresh.  I think it would be fun to move and assume a new identity like in the witness protection program.  I’ve considered taking on a British accent to see how long I can get away with it, but Jameson would be my downfall.  His accents start out British then morph into a Scottish Australian hybrid.  Bless his linguistically challenged heart.  So maybe I’ll just stick to my boring old nonaccent, but one of these moves I just might try it.

I’ve been thinking of the things I will miss about this place and just as importantly the things I will not.  Here are a few:

I’ll miss watching the turtles swimming lazily under my balcony.

I won’t miss swerving to miss dead rotting possums in the middles of the road.

I’ll miss living out in the country.

I wont miss having to drive an hour to reach a decent restaurant.

I’ll miss the sweet sound of a southern accent.

I won’t miss needing a translator to understand the hillbillies.

I’ll miss the friendly smiles of strangers.

I won’t miss meth mouth.

I’ll miss the complete shut down of the entire town at the first hint of snow.

I won’t miss the complete shut down of the entire town at the first hint of snow.

I’ll miss my job and the awesome people I got to work with.

I won’t miss patients handing me urine, poop specimens, and other bodily fluids through my window and disclosing unnecessary details of a graphic nature in the assumption that I am some form of nurse just because I work at a doctor’s office.

I have a lot of mixed feelings about leaving the south, but I’m taking with me many great memories of both wonderful and wonderfully crazy folks and awesome places.  I am grateful for the blessing it has been to live in Tennessee and I hope we’ll get back here some day. 

So long Tennessee!

BTW - Any suggestions on the name of my new Kansas blog?  I thought Tornado Jane would be appropriate, but gosh darn it, it's already taken so I'm opening it up to the public for suggestions.  And if you're wondering why all my blogs have Jane in them... well just because.

Jameson and a friend took a vacation day and went fishing with a real pro.  Clearly going with an expert makes a difference.  A gigantic 14 lb difference.  

They were on the lake for about 14 hours.  I got to join them for about 4 hours and had an truly fishtastic time.

We even got to eat these fish and they were absolutely delicious.  This is coming from a girl who hates all things seafood. 

I caught that.  I'm awesome. 

Jameson is sad that he's leaving just as his Kiewit softball team is starting their season.  He got to play with them twice.  They lost both games, but he sure looks saucey in that baseball jersey.  

Swing batta!